Today I am wondering whether my sardonic sense of humour and constant, filthy swearing will impede the friend-making process as I embark on life as a uni student.
Y'know what. I don't really mind. I got dux of my school when I graduated year twelve in 2007, all the bogan mannerisms in the world won't change the fact that I'm going to do fucking well. Those with weak stomachs, beware - don't come too close. Those with a bit of fortuity who can stand my appalling manners and lack of an appropriate skin regime and can see that I'm a damn nice person (who just happens to find elderly people falling down hilarious) may yet become my mates.
